The last chapter

                      At the home of migratory birds, near Bhubaneswar, January 2016.
I like being on the road
It seems to answer all my questions
The routine and the beauty of it
How the necessity powers
Above all great and mighty;
In the verandah with hanging cobwebs
Paintings were put far above
From where we would sit
Some of the evenings
When the family got together seldom though;
It must have felt different
To otherwise inhabitants of quite sometime
The tea served with jelabis and samosas
Brought by my father old then
On an even older bicycle;
Past is not for living in
But when it holds more than the unseen
The choice is difficult and in the story of life
I cannot complete
The last chapter, however much I would try.